Look,
I’ll make this simple for you. Either you suck it right here, right
now, or you admit you’re not really that serious about wanting to be
my cock slave.
I
told you, you can have him when I’m done. Don’t rush me.
If
you two are just going to screw around all day, you can just sit
there and watch while I get someone competent to do the work. I’d
send you home, but I’ve already paid you and I’m going to get my
money’s worth somehow, so you’re going to provide
some….relaxation….to whoever I hire to finish your job.
Look,
you don’t have to worry about it. I mean, I think that cage is
freakin’ hilarious, but it’s your cock. No reason you should have to
keep it locked up if you don’t want to. I’ll definitely help you get
out of there.
Who
do you want me to call for help? Police? Fire department?
Newspaper? Maybe I’ll call all three, just to be safe.
Keep
going, boy. All the way off and then a lap around the parking lot,
or you’re walking home.
The
group always started by tying the newbies up fully clothed.
After
all, it’s a lot easier to get a guy naked when he can’t actually do
anything to resist.
My
partner always likes to do his hunting in stores. I prefer just
nabbing a guy in an empty park or dark alley, but he says likes the
challenge of convincing them he’s their new friend. Apparently
there’s something enjoyable about getting them to goof around with him
and cause a bit of mayhem on their last day of freedom.
Personally,
I think he just likes the irony of them willingly climbing into a
shopping cart just a few hours before they’re sold off as merchandise
at the auction.